The Art of Becoming a Boy

Dirt
Mud
Bugs
Trains
Peeing in the Forest

All things that I am beginning to appreciate more and more.

Since literally taking almost all of my kids toys away, (you think I joke...) I have realized how much creativity my kids have in them. From making guns out of plastic coat hangers, to bob sledding down the hall in the laundry basket, I want my boys to live a life a where they aren't stifled by "stuff"

It's finding the right amount of "reasonable mess" (breathe Wendy...) and controlled chaos. I like this best when it is outside the walls of my manicured and well kept home.

So we called up our most darling friends, The Glenns, (whose boys are one week older than Blake, and three days younger than Parker!!) and headed to Haworth Park down the street from out house. We were well equipped with boots, dirty jeans, hats, and snacks. I however forgot to apply my water proof mascara upon departure from our house.

It poured...and poured, and then poured a whole lot more.

We splashed, slipped, peed in the woods (them, not me...and unfortunately not Parker...), screamed, laughed, cried, stuffed rocks in our pockets, caught bugs, watched trains, and got really really dirty.

It might have been one of the most amazing afternoons of my life.

Jesus in my heart

"Mommy, check this out! There's my heart, and there's Jesus right inside it! Oh, and my name next to it in case you forget."

Does Jesus have a handle bar stash?

Smile!!!

This is how Parker and I occupied ourselves for 75 minutes while we watched his brother get soaking wet at T-Ball practice last week.

My kids ask me all the time to take them out to lunch. I don't see the point when we have perfectly good and healthy food at our house.

Today when I told them no, they asked me to call my mom, she would take them to lunch.

"Dat Nana Gurl...she weally wikes wunch."

munch munch munch

Brusha Brusha Brusha

We went to the dentist this morning for Kids Day.

The theme of the day was baseball, and both of my children dressed themselves.

Blake was standing tall, ready in his t-ball outfit, and Parker in his Husky gear.

Who knew that we would run into the sparkly-wand-making, silly-face-painting Tooth Fairy before our appointment.

Naturally, Blake is an astronaut, while Parker is a pirate. (but not to be confused with a dalmatian.)

I have been told that neither will be taking a bath for at least 3 days.

Eeew.

Blake was into object painting one morning. After a painting of the pineapple, frog tank (not ours...don't worry...) his bowl of oatmeal, here is what he created. I am beside myself with it!

Sassy Pants and Bossy Boots

I am constantly encouraging "the littles" to go change their clothes. We have a just acquired a lovely sized 3T set of "Sassy Pants" in our home.

Where shall we begin...

Oh, how about when Parker and Blake were continuing to scream and yell to make each other laugh.

I said, "Parker, stop. Girls don't like loud noises."

His response, "Well boys do."

Or what about in the car the other day when his word of choice continued to be "Stinky"

I said, "Parker, enough! Just knock it off."

He says, "No Mommy...you knock it off."

Which then lead to silence in the car. After about 5 minutes he quietly says, "Mommy, you pritty gurl."

I sighed and said, "Thank you Parker."

He immediately says, "You happy now Mommy?"